The Horns Blow...

This was our last full day at Frog Creek.  It was warm and sunny, not a cloud in the sky.  Kinda sad but looking forward to seeing and staying on the Gulf.  I will plant my chair in the sand and read and crochet all day!  This is heaven to me.  If there is no shade will have to find a Walmart and get a beach umbrella.    Can't do too much sun.  Herb will continue to work on the motorhome.  I asked him what he will do when he runs out of things to fix and he said he won't.
Speaking of this, he has been trying to fix his air horns.  They didn't blow....!  He posted a question on the Yahoo forum set up for owners of this make of motorhome looking for help.  Don't know what we would have done without them and our friends Karen and Steve from Oconto, who have the same motorhome - a 1996.  Both have been invaluable to us.  He got an answer to his question which said that the compressor for the horns was not in the front of the rig but in the back by the motor.  Never would have guessed this.  Anyway, to access the motor you must lift the bed, as you can see in the photo.

Herb was working on it and left the area for a minute.  Max came into the bedroom and did what he always does, jumps up on the bed.  Only the bed wasn't there!  I saw what was going to happen, I was sitting on the chair in the bedroom, I yelled, but too late.  He landed on the motor in the hole.  On the left side. See photo.

Thank God I was in there.  Don't know what he would have done.  I don't think he had enough time to be afraid, I picked him out so fast!  He is fine(Mary).
ANYWAY, now the horns blow...!  I'll probably have to listen to them all the way to Key Largo.  There had been a wire hanging down there and Herb didn't know where it belonged.  Now he knows.  It was the power for the relay for the compressor (whatever).
I have been passing this Fifth wheel every day when I walk.  I always think of our friends Phil and Diane.  I took pictures of this for them.  I think they should purchase one like this for our trip to Alaska next summer.  You need to start getting ready!  Hurry.  It sure is purty.

One last picture.  Max is not a morning dog.  When we get up in the morning, no matter what time, he is not ready to get up.  If I sit in my chair he has to crawl under the afghan and go back to sleep.  This was him this morning with his santa squeeky toy.

Just click on any photo to enlarge.

(As a reminder for us in case we come back next year, request a site down the third road.)